Chapter Sixty-Three: Born as Humans, Who Among Us Isn’t Living Their First Life

Hulk heard Yang Xin’s shout and turned around, glaring fiercely at him before letting out a frenzied roar.

“Bruce—calm down! You can do it!” Staring back at Hulk without flinching, Yang Xin activated his Mangekyo Sharingan.

Perhaps it was the chilling aura emanating from the Mangekyo Sharingan that slowly doused Hulk’s raging fury. The wildness in Hulk’s eyes gradually gave way to reason, as Bruce Banner’s humanity began to resurface.

“Yes, that’s it, Bruce. Feel this power, feel the change within you…” Yang Xin encouraged him.

At those words, Hulk blinked—an unusual gesture for the creature—and a contemplative expression flickered across his face. Slowly, the green hue faded from his skin, and Bruce Banner returned.

Natasha was about to say something, but Bruce quickly raised a hand to stop her. Instead, he closed his eyes, silently concentrating. His face flushed green once more, and in an instant, the Hulk stood there again. Yet this time, the green giant exuded remarkable composure—he was more Bruce Banner than Hulk.

A moment later, the green faded again, and Bruce Banner reappeared.

“Though I haven’t fully integrated the two sides, this is a huge step forward compared to before. Thank you… though I must admit, I find this gratitude a bit frustrating,” Bruce said, his face long.

“Well… those who accomplish great things don’t fuss over details,” Yang Xin replied, patting Bruce on the shoulder before turning his gaze to the battered, miserable Cull Obsidian. Thankfully, the injuries seemed only superficial.

Yang Xin stepped forward and swiftly performed a sealing technique, then had Doctor Strange and the other sorcerers use Kamar-Taj’s magical power to reinforce the seal on Cull Obsidian.

Thus, two members of Thanos’s Black Order—Ebony Maw and Cull Obsidian—fell into Yang Xin’s hands.

At that moment, Yang Xin’s phone rang.

“Thanos’s agents have engaged Vision and Wanda…” Captain America’s voice came through the phone.

“Copy! I’m on my way!” Yang Xin replied, then looked at the others. “Time to go support Cap.”

“How do we get there? Is there a spatial node nearby?” Doctor Strange asked.

“There wasn’t before—but there is now.” With that, Yang Xin activated the Flying Thunder God Technique. In preparation for battlefield maneuvers, he had already marked everyone with the Flying Thunder God seal.

Yang Xin teleported to Captain America’s side, then drew his hands through the air. A golden portal, sparkling with fire, appeared, linking Doctor Strange and the others to the new location.

“Wow—so convenient. Maybe I should study some of this ninjutsu myself one day?” Tony Stark joked, feigning nonchalance, though he secretly resolved that the next generation of his armor would focus on spatial traversal.

“Wow, this is Scotland’s magical little town—one of the most beautiful places in Scotland,” Tony remarked, glancing around and changing the subject.

“Hey, Tony,” Captain America greeted, noticing Tony’s awkwardness.

“Hey, Steve.” Tony returned the greeting, but with a hint of reluctance. Clearly, he still hadn’t gotten over the Winter Soldier and the death of his parents.

“Lieutenant Barnes, perhaps you should return to Wakanda for now?” Yang Xin said to the Winter Soldier, who was hiding at the back of the group.

Barnes nodded, not wishing to linger—after all, he was the one who had killed Tony Stark’s parents.

With a wave of Yang Xin’s hand, a golden portal flashed into existence. The Winter Soldier immediately stepped through.

“What about Vision and Wanda?” Yang Xin asked as soon as Barnes was gone.

Black Panther T’Challa tapped his arm, and a 3D hologram appeared in the air.

“Wakanda’s tech is impressive. What do you think, Tony?” Yang Xin asked.

“Meh, just a simple app—could do it in under three minutes,” Tony scoffed, unimpressed.

With Barnes gone and Yang Xin’s timely diversion, the tension between Tony and Captain America eased.

In the projection, Vision and Wanda were being relentlessly pursued by Proxima Midnight and Corvus Glaive. It was obvious that both Vision and Scarlet Witch struggled with close combat, while their opponents were seasoned warriors who never gave them a chance to create distance.

“Vision’s already wounded. Should we go help now?” Natasha asked.

“Wait a bit. Let Vision and Wanda take a harder beating—maybe then they’ll understand reality. We’re all human; who hasn’t been through this for the first time?” Yang Xin was exasperated by Vision’s stubbornness.

Even the arrogant Tony Stark could listen to reason, but Vision never heeded Yang Xin’s advice. So, Yang Xin decided to let Proxima Midnight and Corvus Glaive knock some sense into him.

Like two pieces of stubborn taffy, Proxima Midnight and Corvus Glaive stuck to Vision and Wanda, never letting them create any distance.

If it had been just Wanda, she could have easily pulled away. But with Vision ambushed and his body compromised from the start, Wanda had to defend both him and herself, and her injuries began to mount.

Eventually, Vision and Wanda were cornered. Just as a tragic farewell seemed inevitable, Corvus Glaive paused instead of delivering the final blow.

“What’s wrong?” Proxima Midnight asked in surprise.

“We’re surrounded,” Corvus Glaive replied tensely.

Without realizing it, they had walked straight into Yang Xin’s ambush.

At that moment, a long-forgotten skill of Yang Xin’s activated…

Nick Fury’s Dramatic Entrance!

This seemingly comical ability now struck everyone with awe.

Yang Xin’s left hand crackled with Lightning Release, while his right formed a Rasenshuriken. With a sweep of his left, lightning split the night as though rending it in two.

In the flickering light, Proxima Midnight, Corvus Glaive, Vision, and Wanda beheld the icy determination on Yang Xin’s face.

“With stars in our grasp and the sun and moon in our palms, with fists of thunder we uphold the heavens and earth!” Nine hundred elite warriors from China chanted in unison, as if moved by an ancestral spirit.

Crack! The lightning in Yang Xin’s left hand exploded across the sky, his stern visage now even more imposing in the interplay of light and shadow.

Proxima Midnight and Corvus Glaive instinctively took two steps back, standing back-to-back as they warily confronted Yang Xin’s intimidating presence, ignoring everyone else as mere background.

Vision and Wanda breathed a sigh of relief at Yang Xin’s arrival. The others, too, were stunned by his imposing entrance, gazing in astonishment at his heroic figure. Only Tony Stark muttered, unimpressed, “Show-off…”

“Oh, come on!”